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 The Line of Magdalene

   Road Trip is the second novella in The Line of Magdalene series, the
sequel to "Chrysalis Music." I suggest that you read it first to gain
background on the continuing characters.  But I am not trying to tell the
reader what to do.  Someone might want to wait until the series is complete
and read them backwards.  Whatever brings you joy...

   This is a work of complete fiction and fantasy.  The characters are all
imaginary and bear no relation to any persons living or dead.  The author
in no way condones the behavior of the characters and would voluntarily
testify against them in a court of law for any of their legal
transgressions real or imagined.  Some places mentioned are real, but the
events described here never happened anywhere.  If geographic or other
details aren't correct feel free to offer suggestions, remember one thing -
this is fiction!

   Feel free to write and offer constructive criticism and/or
encouragement. I improve through you suggestions and I am motivated by your
encouragement.  (TheSpringg at yahoo dot com)

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   Road Trip ---

   Chapter 06

   I shouldn't have been surprised when I awoke just after dawn to rustling
and movement in the bed.  Erin was kneeling, curled up over me, looking at
my morning erection.  She took me gently in one hand, which she held open
as she softly ran the fingers of her other hand up and down the length of
my shaft.  Her dark red hair cascaded around her head hiding her face from
my view.  Her small breasts hung temptingly as she leaned over me.  I
couldn't resist reaching out to caress the nearest one, hanging like a
perfect little pear, and eliciting a sigh of pleasure from her. 
Predictably, it did not take long for a clear drop of pre-cum to appear at
the tip of my cock.

   She looked up at me with a gleam of excitement in her eyes and brushed
all her hair over to one side of her neck, giving me an unobstructed view
of her face.  Still cradling me in an open hand, she extended the pinkie
finger of her right hand and carefully touched the tip of her finger to the
drop of fluid.  Extending her tongue she delicately drew her finger tip
into her tongue, making a slow-motion, very erotic show of tasting my
fluids.  She then leaned farther over me, extended her long pink tongue and
delicately licked up the growing drop of pre-cum from my hard cock.

   Slowly and very intently, she wrapped her lips gently around the head of
my erection.  I sensed my lover's excitement and didn't interrupt.  She
needed no instruction or guidance.  She read my responses perfectly, almost
too perfectly, because she had me on the brink of ejaculation in record
time.  She squeezed at the base of my cock and held it back, preempting the
orgasm.  After the feeling of the impending orgasm had faded, she brought
me back to the edge of ejaculation again.  She kept repeating this, with an
uncanny ability to bring me to the brink of orgasm, but then bring me back
down.  I lost count of how many times she took me up and down.  I was
surprised when the last time she kept pumping furiously and sucking,
finally releasing the pressure of her tight grasp at the base of my cock.

   Erin knew what she was doing with the roller coaster of my orgasm, but
she was clearly not ready for the resulting eruption.  The first heavy
spurt surprised her and she let my cock slip from her lips.  She caught
part of the next spurt on her cheek and lips before she got it back into
her mouth.

   I lay back and enjoyed the sensation of Erin's mouth and tongue on my
cock as it twitched and softened after the orgasm.  Fused with that
enjoyment was the sensation of pleasure that Erin was radiating.  She
clearly relished the feel of my cock moving in her mouth, the taste of my
cum and most of all the sensations of giving me so much pleasure.

   "Did you like your morning blowjob, Daddy?" she asked with a impish
smile.  She looked adorable.  Smiling up at me, with a streak of cum across
her cheek.

   "I loved it!  No lessons needed!  You are a natural.  That ranked up
there with the best blowjobs that I've ever had!" I responded.  "Come here
and let me kiss you..." I kissed my cum off of Erin's pretty face and we
snuggled.  I fell asleep with the scent of her hair and the pressure of a
firm breast against my chest.

   I awoke again and Erin was still sleeping with her face nestled on my
shoulder.  I slipped out from under her and propped myself up on my elbow
to watch her sleep.  The sheets twisted and tangled around her thighs and
the rest of her body was exposed.  I didn't have to wait long before she
woke and opened one eye to peer up at me.  I leaned over and kissed her
forehead.

   "Good morning, sunshine!" I greeted her.  "Did you sleep well?"

   "Like a baby...  Your baby..." She grinned.  "Was my blowjob really
okay?"

   "It was the best!"

   "I loved doing it.  Can I do it again?" She asked.

   "Now?" I asked incredulous, and she nodded grinning.  "Uh...  Let's just
say that someone drained the well!  Why don't we get on the road and save
that for when I've been able to recharge.  Okay?"

   She gave me a pouting look, but I knew she was teasing.

   "Tell me something, what's with the Mommy and Daddy business?"
Deflecting her attention to a new topic.

   "I don't know...  it just came out last night...  Does it bother you?" I
shook my head in response.  "Last night was like...  Wow!  Are you sure
Kathryn wasn't watching us on the web cam?" she asked.

   "I'm sure she wasn't.  What makes you think she might have been
watching?"

   "She knew I was nude sitting on your lap." she stated.

   "Well, I told her that you'd been in the shower.  And she knows me
pretty well, like she said.  If it bothered you that she might be watching,
we can cover the web cam in the future." I suggested.

   "No, it's alright." She thought for a second.  "In fact, I kinda liked
it...  Maybe we can turn on the web cam sometime.  Do you think she'd like
that?"

   "I know she would." I responded.  "Now what's the story for the rest of
the world?  Am I Daddy?  Lover?  Friend?"

   "Hmmm..  All of the above?  Maybe sometime we could pretend we're
married.  Would that be okay?" Erin asked playfully.

   "Married?" I looked at her appraisingly.  "Why married?"

   "For fun!  We could write 'Just Married' on the RV windows, and then
check into a hotel for our honeymoon." She giggled.  "It would be fun!  I
like the idea of claiming you to the whole world.  And it would raise some
eyebrows too!"

   I laughed at her mischievious magination.

   "A honeymoon!  I suppose you'll want the Honeymoon Suite, heart shaped
tub and all!" I teased, but having said it, I was actually getting excited
by the idea.  Erin clearly liked the idea too, and demonstrated it with an
enthusiastic hug and kiss.

   Later in the day, she made me stop at a pawn shop in Springfield,
Indiana.  The shop owner was obviously a bit envious of a guy his age with
a young girlfriend looking for a gold band that both matched mine and fit
her.

   "Come on, Harrison!  Help me!" She chided me.  "If your mother finds out
that I lost my wedding ring, she'll kill me!" Erin was getting in to the
role.

   "Her eyesight isn't good enough to notice!" I extemporized.  "Just get
something that's gold.  She won't see more than the glitter."

   I spotted a plain gold band, and indicated it to Erin.  The shop owner
looked curiously from me to Erin, as he drew it from the case and handed it
to Erin.  It fit perfectly, looking quite natural on her finger.  A simple
band, with minor nicks and scratches indicating a history it couldn't
divulge.  The owner saw me inspecting it.

   "I can polish it up for ya..." He offered.

   Erin gave me an overly dramatic, pleading look.  When I nodded my
agreement, threw her arms around my neck and gave me an excited kiss.

   "Oh, thank you!  Tonight'll be like our wedding night all over again, I
promise!" She gushed loud enough for the owner to hear as left to polish
the ring.

   After we had paid and were leaving the pawn shop, Erin held up her hand
to admire the ring.

   "Honestly, I like this one better, don't you?" She asked, and continued
as we headed to the door, "I promise not to lose this one when we go skinny
dipping!"

   We suppressed our laughter as we walked out, but before the door closed
behind us, we heard a guffaw of laughter from the back of the store.  We
both managed to keep our composure until we had passed out of view of the
store windows, whereupon we both burst out laughing.

   "Whatever inspired that silliness?" I asked through my laughter.

   "He was so envious of the guy his age with the young chick.  He was
practically drooling!  Anyway, it was just for laughs!  Ours and his!" She
giggled.

   "You certainly made his day!  Week!  That bit about losing the first
ring while you were skinny dipping was inspired.  He'll tell that story for
a long time, and get laughs every time!" I chuckled.

   Remembering Kathryn's admonishment to take care of Erin, I had decided
to pickup groceries, make a real meal, and stop early for the night.  It
was a hot afternoon and chilled air of the frozen food section of the
market felt good as we picked out ice cream to top off our evening meal. 
Erin was only wearing a tight tank top and her nipples quickly hardened. 
Goosebumps covered her arms, when the cold air of the freezer hit her as
she opened the door.  I looked both ways up and down the aisle, and seeing
that we were alone, I ran my hands from her shoulders down her arms.  She
held the door open and pushed her ass back against my crotch as I ran my
hands back up the underside of her arms to her breasts.  Her hard nipples
felt good in my hands and she wiggled her ass in appreciation.  Suddenly,
without any warning she stiffened and I could feel her tense alarm.  I
pulled my hands back and looked furtively around us.  She pulled out a half
gallon of rocky road ice cream, letting the door close with a slam.

   "Do you ever get the feeling we're being watched?" she whispered.

   "You mean the security cameras?"

   "No, like being watched...  Followed..." she said, putting the ice cream
in the cart.  "I mean, it's like we're being watched...  Followed...  Like
stalked!"

   "Have you seen anyone?" I probed.  She shook head dejectedly.  "Then
it's probably all the looks of jealous guys who wish they could be with you
instead if me!"

   "No...  You're right...  I'm being paranoid...  It does feel like..."
she trailed off.

   "Like what?" I pressed.

   "Like I'm being silly..." She laughed it off and pushed our cart to the
check out line.

   We checked out and stowed the groceries in the RV's tiny refrigerator
and cabinets.  Heading to the campground, I stopped to fill up on diesel.
The prices were outrageous, but this 7-11 had the lowest prices I'd seen
since West Virginia.  Erin went in for a drink, while I filled the tank,
and daydreamed about an RV powered by solar panels and a fuel cell that
would produce hydrogen from water and solar power.  Heck, it could even
provide power for the lights, kitchen and A/C.  My daydream turned to a
solar hot water heater on the roof of the RV, when an old red pick-up truck
pulled up to the the pumps behind me.  I noticed the driver eyeing Erin as
she returned, and flashed back to our earlier conversation.  Guys did watch
girls and Eris was all girl.  I was definitely a lucky guy to have bought
her a cheese burger in West Virginia!

   Back into the RV, Erin was sitting quietly waiting sipping a Slurpy, as
I drove off to a riverside campground in a park near town.  Once we were
settled, I put put Italian sausage on the grill, while Erin cooked
spaghetti, heated a jar of pasta sauce and steamed some green beans.  It
was an easy dinner to prepare and most importantly, it met Kathryn's
definition of an evening meal.  I did not relish the idea of another "Are
you taking care of Erin" lecture.

   "You've been quiet." I said as we sat down at the picnic table to eat.

   "I still have that creepy feeling that we're being watched...  I can't
shake it..." She confessed.  "I have feelings sometimes.  I just know we're
being watched."

   "There was a guy at the gas station ogling you, but I suspect guys are
always drooling when they look at you!" I smiled.

   "Sure, guys like to girl watch, but this is different.  It's like... 
Malevolent..." She shook herself.  "I'm just being paranoid again."

   We finished dinner and I took the dishes into the RV to clean up.  Erin
stayed outside, tuning and quietly playing the guitar.  Having finished the
dinner clean up, I stood in the doorway of the RV, drinking a beer from a
cold bottle and watching her play.  She was hunched over the instrument,
intently working on the strumming and picking for a song that I didn't
recognize.  She repetitively went back to rework the fingering to get it
right.  She was displaying an intensity that blocked out every distraction
from her consciousness.  I was amazed that she seemed completely unaware of
my presence even when I sat down beside her.

   "What's the song?" I asked when she finally looked up with a dreamy look
in her eyes.

   "I don't know..  Nothing, yet..." She replied.

   "Writing something?" I asked and she just shrugged and started playing a
song that I did know.

   We finished singing Mr.  Tambourine Man and looked around.  Sure enough,
Erin's singing was attracting a small groups of onlookers.  I motioned
people to join us and soon there was another evening of singing with
strangers.  I was amazed to find myself by singing along more actively.  We
sang a Chip Taylor song that we'd been listening to that day, and I found
that I could remember most of the lyrics.

   How's this for you baby

   Woke up last night in a cold cold sweat

   Dreamt we were doin' what we ain't done yet

   And it's stuff that I regret

   It had gotten dark, but the crowd hadn't thinned.  We'd attracted
another guitarist who had his own repertoire and gave Erin a break from the
stream of requests.  It was a was after a break that Erin started picking
out a tune.  I realize that she had finished the melody that she'd been
working in after dinner.  The chord progressions and intricate little riffs
she'd been puzzling over so intently were now all strung together to a
fully formed new tune.  It was both plaintive and angry, with aggressive
flourishes.  A country sound with a rock edge.  I was totally surprised
when there were lyrics that flowed out of her and intertwined with the
guitar work.

   I don't see you,

   I can feel you

   Eyes crawling

   all over my skin

   I don't see you,

   I can feel you

   like dirty fingers

   on my body

   Crawl back in yer hole

   You can't touch me

   You ain't getting any

   Get away, get away

   I don't hear you

   Your perverted thoughts

   can't make me feel dirty

   I don't hear you

   I will resist you

   So crawl back in yer hole

   You can't touch me

   You ain't getting any

   Get away, get away...

   Her voice faded and there was silence.  I was wondering where those
lyrics came from - concerned - when the small audience started clapping. 
Erin looked up, blushed and gave a faint smile and nod of acknowledgement.

   I could see that she was tired, and while one of the other guitarist was
playing, I stood and went to stand behind her and massage her shoulders.  I
could feel the stress tightening her neck and shoulders, radiating out
through my hands.  As I rubbed her neck, she let her head slowly slump over
and though I could still feel her stress, I also felt her relax under my
touch.

   "You okay?" I leaned over her and whispered in her ear.

   She nodded silently, but I knew she wasn't okay.  I reached around her
and took the guitar from her.  She looked up at me questioningly and I
nodded towards the RV, she returned a look of protest that faded
immediately.  She nodded, giving me a faint smile.  I waved to the gather
campers and led Erin into the RV.  Closing the door behind us, we could
hear the music continue, but it faded quickly and soon it was quiet.

   Erin stood the numbly as I put her guitar into its case.  I stood behind
her and wrapped my arms around her, holding her close.  Slowly, I could
feel her tension lessen and eventually fade away.

   "Where did that song come from?" I asked.

   "I'd been workin, on the tune, by the words, can't call 'em lyrics, they
just came outta nowhere." she murmured.  "Pretty raw, huh?"

   She couldn't see me, standing close behind her with my arms wrapped
around her chest, but I knew she felt me nod.

   "You think I'm...  Crazy?" She asked.

   I shook my head.  "Why would I?"

   "He was out there..."

   "Who was out there?" I asked, concerned.

   "The one who's watching me..." She craned her neck to turn and see me.
"Promise you won't think I'm totally crazy?"

   With my hands on her shoulders, I turned her to face me and looked in
her eyes.  I could sense her fear.  I held her close, trying to reassure
her.

   "I just know that I'm being followed.  Like a stalker out there." She
shuddered.

   "Is it your old boy friend, Jack?" I asked.

   "No...  I don't know who he is.  But he's really creepy."

   "You've seen him?"

   She shook her head.

   "Then how do you know?" I was puzzled, and she only shook her head in
response.

   "Why don't you get some sleep and we'll lose your stalker in the
morning." I suggested.

   She undressed quietly, and I watched, concerned.  She looked tired and
worn.  I didn't know what to make of her paranoia, but whether she was
being followed and watched or not, the stress she was feeling was real
enough.  I couldn't help but wonder whether the stress was related to
leaving her father, or Jack's abandonment of her.  Perhaps she was
sensitive to other people watching her with a significantly older man. 
There were lots of possible explanations and the one that seemed most
likely to me was a private investigator sent by her father.  We wouldn't be
hard to find in this RV, if someone cared to look.

   With the RV's tiny shower running in the background, I called home.  Lin
answered.

   "Hey, Boss!" She whispered cheerfully.

   "Hey, lover.  Why are you whispering?" I asked.

   "Just a sec...." I could heard her moving and a door close.  When she
spoke again, it was in a normal tone.

   "Kathryn was sleeping..." She said.

   "You were in bed with my wife?" I feigned shock.

   "Only because she made me do it!" Lin giggled.  "You know how she can
be!"

   "What's she sleeping so early for?" I asked.

   "We had a little fun and we wore her out." Lin said slyly.

   "We?" My voice conveyed my puzzlement.

   "Michelle and me..." Lin gave the one word answer.  "Jealous?"

   "Damned straight I am!" I laughed.  "I gather she hasn't talked to Allie
yet."

   "No, she called last night but got Dina.  Allie was at the library, so
she couldn't call her cell either.  She did say that Dina probably doesn't
know about it." Lin said.

   "Why's she think that?  No, I know.  Because Dina would have just
blurted some thing out about it...  Like 'Hey Mom!  What's this about Dad
having an affair with Lin?' That girl could NOT ask!" I chortled at the
thought.

   We both laughed as the thought of Dina being discreetly silent - an
absurd thought.  We talked about the day.  Lin gushed about Erin's photos.

   "She's hot, Boss!  You have to look on the web.  Naomi didn't put up any
of the topless ones, but she got some other great shots up."

   "Down girl" I laugher at her enthusiasm.  "Face it, Lin, she's
straight."

   "You're just trying to keep her to yourself!" Lin shot back.

   "Yup!" I smiled inwardly.  There as a lot of truth to that.  "And you're
not sharing Michelle with me!" I shot back.

   "But she's strictly a les...  Okay, touché!  How is Erin doing?" She
asked changing the subject.  "Kathryn will want a full rundown on the sexy
patient.  She was concerned about her."

   "She's taking a long shower, but I'm concerned too.  She's convinced
that someone is stalking her.  She's terrified and stressing out over it."
I told her.

   "Wow...  you think there is someone out there?  Like really stalking
her?" Lin asked

   "I don't know...  It could be psychological, like stress over leaving
her dad or her old boyfriend, or both.  Or it could be that she knows what
she's talking about.  She's a hyper sensitive and super smart kid.  I don't
think she's ill or crazy!" I theorized.

   We talked a while longer and finally wound up our conversation with me
instructing her to give Kathryn a kiss for me, something she was all too
happy to do.

   I poured myself double shot of rum over ice in a highball glass and was
just settling back into one of the two captain's chairs when Erin emerged
from the shower.  She had a towel wrapped around her torso and one wrapped
like a turban around her hair.  I whistled at her.

   "One of my favorite outfits..." I said in a low voice.

   She did a slow pirouette, and stood in front of me, allowing me a moment
to appreciate her.  Crossing the small space in a couple steps, she sat on
my lap.  Miraculously the towel wrapped around her chest stayed tucked in
over her breasts as she curled up.  I pulled her close, folding my arms
around her small form.  Sensing her need to just be close and feel safe, I
just held her.  She made some quiet murmuring sounds of contentment and her
breathing slowed.  She had fallen asleep, curled up on my lap.  I held her,
sipping my rum and listening to her breathing.  She was sound asleep.

   Even though she was petite, it wasn't long until her weight on my lap
started to become uncomfortable.  I shifted underneath her and she shifted
with me.  She snuggled closer and the towel around her chest slipped loose,
revealing a tempting breast.  I resisted caressing it, not wanting to
disturb her sleep.  I wished I could photograph her like this, but
satisfied myself by simply preserving the sweet memory.

   She shifted again, trying to get comfortable herself, and stirred to
wakefulness.  She peeked at me through half opened eyes.

   "I feel safe here..." She whispered sleepily, and then smiled.  "But
you're not quite as comfy as the bed..."

   She rose and hung her towels on the hooks on bathroom door.  I enjoyed
watching her naked body as she sleepily crawled in to bed.  My legs were
still numb from holding her weight so long, so I finished my drink slowly.
In the bathroom, I was reminded how little hot water the RV actually had
and at that moment it had none.  I couldn't understand how Erin had taken
such a long shower.  She must have run out of hot water well before her
shower was over.

   I didn't take long with my tepid shower.  After rising off and toweling
dry quickly, I was wide awake when I followed Erin to bed.  When I slipped
under the sheets, she sensed my presence and without seeming to fully
awaken, she nestled her back firmly against my chest.  She took my hand and
caressed it over her breast.  My cock was instantly erect, pressed against
her ass.  In moments her breathing settled and I knew she was asleep again.
I thought that I would lie awake for hours holding her, and didn't resent
that prospect at all.

   I awoke with a start - disoriented.  Erin was gone.  There was that
fraction of a second of panic, before the sunlight and smell of bacon
cooking penetrated my consciousness.  I didn't remember anything from the
moment of settling in bed with Erin.  Apparently I had not stayed awake as
I had expected, but had fallen asleep immediately.

   "Good morning Daddy!" She sang out as I swung my legs over the edge of
the bed.  I sat for a moment watching Erin use a fork to carefully transfer
the bacon onto a plate.  When I started to stand, she motioned me to stay
put, as she quickly washed her hands and dried them on a paper towel.

   Crossing to me, she pulled off her T-shirt and dropped it at my feet.  I
put my hands out to caress her hips and admire the morning light playing
across her skin.  With a hand on each cheek of her ass, I pulled her a step
closer so that she stood between my knees.  Then running my hands down the
back of her thighs, she quivered and I could feel her excited anticipation.

   "Daddy...  Your morning blowjob..." she said, trying to control her
voice.

   I didn't respond.  Instead, I ran hands up the sides of her thighs, over
her hips and up to her breasts.  Her body quivered with a palpable
excitement when my hands cover her breasts and circled back down the small
of her back to her ass.  I pulled her closer and kissed her tummy, then
stretch up a little to plant a kiss in each nipple.  She shivered and
wrapped her arms around my head.

   "Oh, god!  Harrison!" she whimpered as I pulled a nipple into my mouth,
nibbling gently.

   With her arms loosely encircling my head, I lavished attention on her
firm, responsive breasts, while my hands roamed over her flesh.  Her whole
body responded to the attention.  I felt her skin tingle in a way that I
had never experience with another woman, as though it were electrified
under my touch.  My hand running up her inner thigh felt the moisture of
her arousal.  Before reaching her pussy, knew it would be dripping wet.  I
couldn't resist this attraction.  Wrapping my arms around her bare torso, I
pulled her down on top of me.

   "Daddy...  Your morning blowjob..." she protested.

   Ignoring the plea, I rolled her over so that I was on top and her legs
were hanging over the edge of the bed, as mine had been a moment before.  I
slipped down on my knees and kissed my way down from her breasts to the
small patch of neatly trimmed red hair immediately above her sex.  She
willingly spread her legs wider and pulled her feet up onto the edge of the
bed, instinctively making herself more accessible.  I kissed down one side
to the tender skin of her inner thigh, purposefully avoiding her pussy, and
was going to kiss up the other side.  Her frustration was palpable.  I
intended to ignore her frustration, but my plan to build her desire by
avoiding her pussy was thwarted by both of her hands, one on each side of
my head, firmly directing me to where she so desperately desired my
attention.

   Eagerly I began lightly licking the length of her pink labia.  The taste
of her salty fluids made me want more.  She was unbelievably wet and
responsive to my tongue.  It seemed like her vagina opened at the softest
touch of my tongue, blossoming like a voluptuous pink orchid.  I pulled my
head back and admired the swollen flower in front of me.  Her clitoris was
peeking out of its enfolding hood, seeming to grow erect before my eyes.  I
licked the petals and was unable to resist the intoxication of passion.

   Her hands pulled my head close and my tongue penetrated her.  I
alternated between lapping up her flowing lubricants and attempting to
penetrate her as deeply as possible with my tongue.  It was not only her
pussy reacted to my attention, her whole body radiated her pleasure.  There
was no need for verbal feedback - I could taste her arousal.  Her back
arched, her legs pushed off the bed, and it seemed like I could feel every
pore of her body tingling with pleasure.

   My tongue was beginning to tire, but I was physically unable to stop
licking and probing.  Her near orgasmic state drove me on.  I lost track of
time.  I realized that I had not paid any attention to her swollen little
clit.  It was a small move, nothing more than a small tip of my head, and
when my tongue touched her clitoris, the effect was electric.  She dropped
her hands from my head and used both hands to push farther off the bed,
seeking to make herself completely accessible to the pleasures of my
tongue. She was moaning my name as her whole body began to quiver and
shake. I positioned both my hands under her ass to hold pussy up to my
lips.

   When I pulled the hypersensitive bud with my lips and teased it with the
tip of my tongue, she suddenly went rigid.  Suckling lightly on her clit, I
looked up.  Her breasts and face were flushed red in the way of a fair
skinned redhead.  Her eyes were closed and she was panting rapidly.  Her
orgasm was so intense it seemed to fill the RV with her energy.  I stopped
to control myself.  I was on the verge of ejaculating from the sheer
intensity and force of her orgasm.

   I got up off my knees and crawled up on the bed beside her, still
controlling myself - feeling as though I would ejaculate if my throbbing
cock were to touch her hot, electrically charged flesh.  I had never been
so close to the edge without any physical stimulation of my cock.

   "Wow!  That was a first!" Erin sighed as she continued to shiver with
the rippling aftershocks of her orgasm.  "Let me take care of you now."

   "You don't need too..." I assured her.  "Besides, I'm so worked up right
now, I'll cum the moment your lips touch me!"

   "Were you stroking yourself?"

   "No, it was just vicarious.  You got me so worked up, I felt like I was
going to cum..."

   Silently she gathered herself up and scooted around on the bed.  She
lightly grasped my cock and slid her delicate hand down the length of the
shaft, causing it to twitch responsively.  With the palm of her hand
covering my balls and the thumb and fore finger encircling the base of my
cock, she gazed at the drop of pre-cum that had collected at the tip.  She
looked over at me, her eyes twinkling with excitement and her face still
flushed.  The sight of it, her palpable arousal, the sensation of her hot
breath on my throbbing cock, I knew that I couldn't hold out.  I was about
to cum.

   I had a flashing vision of my cock spurting cum across her pretty face.
It felt like a premonition.  She was just holding the base of my erect
cock, with the tip no more than six inches from her face.  She wasn't doing
a thing except smiling, yet I could feel my orgasm building irresistibly.
She turned her face towards me once again and winked.  When she turned
back, her mouth opened and her lips engulfed the head of my cock.  The
moist heat of her mouth was the trigger.  As my cock slid deeper towards
the back of her throat, I could feel my cum roiling in my balls, ready to
surge up my shaft.  She seemed to know that my ejaculation was coming.  She
pulled back so that her lips formed a tight seal around the head of my cock
and my seed pumped into her mouth.  She had a twinkle in her eye as my cock
started to soften between her lips.  I could see her swallow as she let me
slip from her mouth and crawl up onto the bed next to me.

   "I just had my breakfast," She said licking her lips, "are you ready for
yours?"

   I pulled her closer and draped a leg over hers.  Holding her in loose
embrace that kept her on the bed with me.  I was in no rush to get up.  She
felt so good next to me.  I kissed her forehead and then her cheek.  Her
skin was so smooth and soft next to mine.  We lingered in bed kissing and
enjoying the closeness.

   I didn't know how long we slept, but Erin was still sleeping when I
awoke.  I crept out of bed and went quietly to the bathroom.  After washing
up, shaving and brushing my teeth, I found Erin still sleeping, her naked
form entwined amidst the rumpled sheets.

   The bacon was cooked and picked up where Erin had let off with our
breakfast preparations.  It was the noise of the coffee grinder that woke
the sleeping beauty.  I was distracted in the process of brewing the coffee
as I watched her pull a T-shirt on.

   We sat quietly eating and sipping our coffee.  The scene made me
chuckle.

   "What's so amusing?" she asked with a quizzical look.

   "We're like an old married couple.  Sitting in our RV quietly eating
breakfast..." I responded.

   "Old married couple?  First, I'm not old, second, I am quiet because you
orgasmed my brains out and third we can't be married because I'm still a
virgin!" she challenged me.  "I hope you plan on changing that for me
soon!"

   "I don't know...  we do pretty well without that.  Don't you think?" I
teased, sticking out my tongue for emphasis.

   "Pretty well?" She responded seriously.  "That wasn't 'pretty well!'
that was amazing.  I don't think I've ever cum that hard.  Your tongue is
magical!  And don't tell me you think it wasn't awesome!  You practically
came before you could get it in my mouth!"

   "Okay, I admit it!  It was amazing!  I've never come so close to an
orgasm without any attention to my cock!" I responded, laughing as I
cleared my plate from the table.

   Erin followed my lead and picked up her plate from the table.  I reach
out to take it from her and put it in the sink.

   "Let me do that..." She nodded toward the sink.  "You finish you
coffee."

   I didn't object and sat back down to watch her and sip my coffee.  The
T-shirt was one of mine and hung loosely over her, leaving most of one
shoulder bare and covering her almost down to her knees.

   "Where are we going today?" Erin inquired.

   "Do you still want to visit the University of Wisconsin?" I asked.  "We
could stop near Madison today and explore the campus tonight and tomorrow."

   "That'd be cool!" she responded.  "Let's do it!"

   END ROAD TRIP CHAPTER 6

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